My brothers and sisters, we are apes. We live on a spec of dust that travels through an unimaginable void at incomprehensible speeds. Your shit is fine, relax.

Me to my mind: Bitch, you created this shit, you fix it.

Reading this at almost exactly 2am right now…

::looks at clock::

Clock “13:40”

Me “well fuck you too”

Well then get your shit together, get it all together and put it in a back pack, all your shit, so it’s together. And if you gotta take it some where, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in the shit museum. I don’t care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.